I watched from Mary’s tree,
Until her great gorilla,
Climbed up to savage me.
I watched from Mary’s tree,
Until her great gorilla,
Climbed up to savage me.
They numbered twenty-three,
With big and small and tame and fierce,
In her menagerie.
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Mary’s dog had great big teeth,
Strong jaws and savage temper.
The stalker screamed without relief,
As dog did him dismember.
They numbered twenty-three,
With big and small and tame and fierce,
In her menagerie.
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Mary’s dog had great big teeth,
Strong jaws and savage temper.
The stalker screamed without relief,
As dog did him dismember.
Is this the hill to die on?
Were I to be filthy rich perhaps I’d have a scion, a wealthy baby lobster to fight for me this battle, hopefully without a war where people die like cattle.
Is this the hill to die on?
Were I to be filthy rich perhaps I’d have a scion, a wealthy baby lobster to fight for me this battle, hopefully without a war where people die like cattle.